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How to have a truly happy new year.

For the first time in years, I don’t remember my New Year’s resolution from January. Usually, I write it down in my journal or on a note I stick to my mirror. There’s been many of those dog-eared sticky notes from years past. The year of contentment. Speaking life. We passed pancakes across the breakfast table on January 1st this year. “What do you want from 2018?” I can’t remember my answer. I know what I didn’t want though. I didn’t want to walk into her office and share the parts of my life I’m inclined to hide. I didn’t want to Facetime her the day after she delivered her baby that never breathed. I didn’t want to spend four months wondering how I’d walk into her house on Christmas day and see her empty chair. I didn’t want to go on another first date that led nowhere. We sit across from each other in a little coffee shop in Colorado, picking at a charcuterie board. “When I think about all of the things I have left to go through,” her voice cracks....
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A Bushel of Peaches

After the sermon ends, she leans across the row and whispers to me, “God encouraged me this week.”
 
“How’s that?” I ask.

“He gave me a bushel of peaches.”

Her eyes dance as she tells me the story of the miracle peaches. “God didn’t have to, but He did anyway.”

I remember another woman saying those exact words one week earlier as we sat and folded hundreds of napkins together. “Remember that verse in James?”

“You do not have, because you do not ask.” James 4:2

It’s like the first time I put on my glasses and I looked out the living room window and traced the crisp silhouettes of the trees along the driveway.

A few days later, I pray as I walk. The sun begins to set over the fields.

“Lord, please fill me with joy.”

My strides become faster and stronger. I don’t just want the peaches though. I want the whole darn basket of fruit. So, I ask.

Love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, gentleness, and self-control.

I ask for all of it.

And watch the sun slip below the bush line.

“I’m not going to be shy anymore, Lord.”

Not in prayer. There’s no time for that.



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